daylight crumbled
and the vast sky shifted endlessly
with flashing snowflakes
as wind howled unbreakable bits of sand
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Everyone loves there Grandma, one for them, dave have a nice day
Excellent musing about family while watching to the dynamics of the day.
Sunday morning and I havent been to church in years. I even avoid weddings for fear stepping in the building hypocracy might rub off on to me. But still in the Sunday morning light I pray and think about people I love. It's a lovely poem.
Charles, It seems like such a long time since you posted anything. Then you return with this. The theme is miles away from that which I am used to from you. This is more visual, more portrait than narrative, in fact I would go further and say it is cinematic. This is a beautiful work Charles, one that you seemed to have put your all into. Denis Joe
How the death of your grandmother, for instance, can be as shattering as an explosion, with life-long fallout. Have a good evening, C.C., Linda